In Search of Hope —
Hope – I’ve been seeing this word a lot over the last few days. Christians referencing the hope of Christmas, sages writing of hope and the new year. Don’t give up, they say. Keep hope in your heart. Things will get better.
And so I wonder why these words ring hollow to me. Until our current political situation, I considered myself a relatively hopeful person. In considering it, I think that I still am – on a personal level. I am hopeful; I am grateful; I realize how blessed, just how lucky I am.
But I struggle to find hope in our political world. This year has contained one assault after another, mainly, it seems, on those most vulnerable. My almost-daily calls to our North Carolina senators and representatives (I have their numbers on speed-dial), answered by voice-mail or by increasingly snide, young, self-satisfied staffers, have had no impact. The Republican Congress continues to support their leader in ever-increasing egregious paths. The rifts in our country, urban vs. rural, religious vs. secular, Fox News vs. CNN, seem to be widening, each side secure in their belief that right is on their side. Everyone has a side, including me.
Someone wrote that the best thing about 2017 is that we survived it. And I do take solace in that. This time last January I wasn’t so sure. Yes, we’ve survived, but we’ll never be the same.